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Allegro considered that, perchance, they could be family. It was unlikely, or so she thought. She didn't know any of her family. They weren't close. But, as she thought about it more, this wolf could be her kin. Her parents hadn't told her about any cousins, uncles or aunts she had; who knows? This wolf could be closer then Allegro ever thought possible.
Allegro blinked. She was close to being fluent in French, yet she understood nothing of what Barthélémy had just said. It wasn't his French; no, of course not. He was one of the best speaker of French Allegro had ever heard. Allegro thought it sounded like he was rambling but it seemed natural to him. Giving her head a quick, odd shake, Allegro forgot the way he spoke and focused more on what he said. "J'ai grandi dans Nova Scotia..." Allegro said, looking Bart over once more. "Savez-vous de lui?"